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“You may or may not have read about the six-year old little boy who was suspended from his school because he kissed a little girl in his class on her hand. Now, I understand he had previously kissed her on the cheek and was reprimanded for that. (Media stories differ on what he did and what punishment he received.)
Still, I try to think about this from the perspective of being Estelle’s Pappa and a new-found feminist as the father of a daughter.”

“One of our favorite holiday traditions is our holiday card. I know they are horribly old fashioned and, in this digital age, soon to be a distant memory. Still, we love them. It gives us a chance to stay connected and reconnect with the people that have meant something to us throughout the past year.
This year our holiday card had an unintended effect. ”

As much as we can look for indicators, or wave over crystal balls, we are going to go into that waiting room for our first ultrasound just like last time, wondering and hoping, praying and silently holding our breath to hear whether there will be two heartbeats, one or none.

If you are a parent, or trying to be, you know it can be a scary and exciting time. They say it takes a village to raise a child. How fortunate are we that we have this vast network to ask dumb questions and communicate with. For that, we humbly say thank you.

Not since Michael drank a Stabruck’s Trenta and complained about having to pee during a long-distance road trip have I wanted someone else to urinate so badly. In this instance, it isn’t Michael who I want to urinate though. It’s April, our surrogate.